Volume One, Chapter 37: Stealing Lu Yanci’s Ten Years of Life

As the birthday banquet was drawing to a close, a loud vow of vengeance had already faded into an almost inaudible hiss in the ears of certain people.

Ryoko Yamaguchi lifted her hand to shake off her bulky sleeve, then folded her hands neatly on her lap. Looking up at me, there was an inexplicable air about her, as if she were coquettishly casting a glance my way.

What was foreseeable was that other members of the Han family would need to kill Han Xiu with a justification—one that the family could accept and believe. But in the case of Wushuang, killing her was just killing her; no one owed anyone an explanation.

Li Ning immediately spotted Gu Hanbai standing at the cliff’s edge. He carried himself with an undeniable pride—so conspicuous that he stood out among the disciples of the Cliff Waterfall Peak.

Mu Zhihan trembled all over, her face drained of color, yet she gritted her teeth and spoke firmly. She understood that if she gave up now, she would lose a rare chance to leave the estate.

Seizing the moment while she was still shaken, Yang Lefan stepped forward and snatched the pistol from her hand. With a smooth motion, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his body pressed close against her chest.

Mu Zhihan felt a pang in her heart. He had endured hardships for her, done so much, yet she could not go with him. Her father’s condition was steadily improving; she could not be selfish.

Yang Zongyou clenched his teeth. “My rules never change!” he growled fiercely at Yang Hongcai, who was trampling on him. “The third time means death. Nothing but death!” Even though he knew it was unwise at this moment, he refused to break his own code.

What to do now? Should I comfort him, pat him on the shoulder and say, “Look, even big sister isn’t scared,” pretending to be brave? Or should I follow my heart, sit down right here, and sketch this rare scene as future evidence for ridicule?

Yang Lefan replied decisively, “No negotiations when I say no negotiations. We’re as responsible as China is—we owe responsibility to my wife.” His demeanor was solemn, his expression meticulous, his tone as official as a government statement.

Fang Dalong sighed deeply, then gently reached out to grab a large porcelain bowl nearby.

But he wasn’t speaking nonsense—any veteran netizen knew about that airline video, rumored to rival the authenticity of the island nation’s originals, with content so explicit it was rarely seen domestically. It featured flight attendants and stewards—just like the scene before us.

Soon after, Mark exchanged a glance with him. After getting off the car, they were led to a room, and within minutes, Wang Mingguo appeared before everyone.

Fang Bolin, noticing Meng Po’s expression, quickly shot a sharp glare at Dayan, then changed the subject. He recounted everyone’s thoughts to Meng Po and earnestly sought her opinion.

Of course, his nuclear-powered blood was currently at its peak. Once he stopped replenishing the nuclear fuel and the energy-consuming cells absorbed it, the radiation would gradually decline.

“The wind is howling fiercely, the weather harsh. Strange, though—it’s just windy, no rain or thunder. I’ve never seen such a fierce wind in my life...” Zong Wei was about to say more when Luo Qiuyan’s scream cut him off.

However, he only found Han Shan somewhat easy to handle; the rest he knew nothing about.

Fang Dalong was certainly going to charge alone into the alien base and make a big fight. During that time, he absolutely would not allow any harm to come to Ripley or Newt.

After entering the submarine, they did not remove the oxygen tanks on their backs. Instead, they pushed their diving masks up onto their foreheads and quickly headed toward the inner cabin, as if unwilling to waste a single minute.